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Sunday, June 07, 2009

Sunday Scribbling #166: Soul Mate

The Nile Has an I

Saturate the nature of this one whoCannot escape the visible, the ancientEye that shatters (and glimmers) with a velocityApproaching your measure,Your size 7M leather shoe that walked throughA peace not yet descended, lostIn the outer reaches of virtualSolitude, a condition the oppositeOf which only a sole-maker in Rio

Might fathom, a step up to the heartIn transit, the transferring flight booked,The cargo bay filled, so only Christ on hisBig mountain would have the handicraftNecessary for an altered state,Altared not by hesitation,But by the kind of textual Analysis only 2 bodies Can bring to bare, bare like the foot that embraces

Heaven, that holds a boy's attention,Anchoring the peasant memoryOf lines rehearsed in the calling of heartstringsPlayed soft and low into midnight,Into your blushing fervor, your blackbirdEyes, your X, your why, a previous absence Now held dear, a feast of monsoonProportions not even Babette in herRiversteerage could identify the depths of.

10 Comments:

Thank you, GT. One of the very first poems I wrote, some 11 years ago. Ode to, in a small way, a very cool shoe of my wife's that I kept on my dashboard during a solo road trip, our first separation after we got together.